Porcupinefish Douluo Sets Out, Yu Xiaogang Flies into a Rage

"The people below verified it. Su Yuntao personally oversaw the awakening. He wielded a light sword and carried an aura of purification. It was indeed a Sacred Angel." Porcupinefish Douluo nodded. "The child is called Jiang Nanchen. He is six years old, an orphan adopted by Old Jack. His origins cannot be traced."

Qian Renxue's fingers tightened slightly.

The Angel Clan's bloodline could never appear out of nowhere. This matter had to be thoroughly investigated. If he truly was one of their kin, he naturally had to be brought back to Spirit Hall. If it was some other variable, he absolutely could not be left outside.

"Pass down the order. Keep a close watch on Jiang Nanchen, but do not alert him." She slowly sat down, her eyes deep and grave. "I have my own arrangements."

Porcupinefish Douluo was just about to carry out the order when Qian Renxue suddenly stopped him. "Wait. Do not spread word of this. First go down and take a look at this person's situation, then we'll decide what to do. Also, has this matter been suppressed? It shouldn't have reached Spirit Hall, right?"

If Bibi Dong found out, she would probably seize the opportunity to make trouble again.

"Rest assured, Young Master. I have already handled it, and I arranged for Platinum Bishop Saras to suppress the information as well."

Porcupinefish Douluo had followed Qian Renxue to Heaven Dou City for six years. He was naturally familiar with handling such matters and dealt with them effortlessly.

"Good. Go to Nording Academy and take a look now. Report back to me when you return."

Porcupinefish Douluo accepted the order and left.

Qian Renxue leaned back in her chair and gently rubbed her brow. "Why would something like this happen?"

The Angel Clan kept an extremely tight hold over its bloodline. Cases of it appearing outside were almost unheard of. Moreover, the Sacred Angel martial soul had never appeared within the Angel Clan.

There had only ever been two-winged and four-winged angels.

Angels of such quality found it difficult to break through to the Titled Douluo level as well.

No matter what, she had to bring him close and keep him under strict watch. That child absolutely could not be allowed to wander outside. What if he encountered people from the Clear Sky Sect? Wouldn't that be disastrous?

What could a six-year-old child possibly know?

He knew almost nothing.

If he died because of his Angel bloodline, the Angel Clan would bear a foul and disgraceful name.

By then, Jiang Nanchen had already returned from the secret chamber to Nording Academy, where an expert swindler had appeared before him.

"Young friend, I see that we are fated. Would you be willing to take me as your master?"

Yu Xiaogang, who had refreshed at a fixed point, said with a genial smile.

The moment Yu Xiaogang found Jiang Nanchen's information, he had squatted outside Nording Academy to wait, afraid of missing the chance for a fortuitous encounter.

"Take you as my master?"

"That won't be necessary. Thank you for thinking highly of me."

Jiang Nanchen declined tactfully. He still needed to find a teacher to lead him in hunting soul beasts for a soul ring, and for now, he did not want to get involved with Yu Xiaogang. Getting involved with him would only waste even more time.

"Wait, you are only six years old. How can you go without a teacher?"

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly stopped Jiang Nanchen. How could he possibly let the genius before him leave? It would be like letting a duck that had reached his mouth fly away.

Yu Xiaogang had finally been given a chance to turn his life around. He had to seize it properly and could not miss even the slightest opportunity.

"I don't need a teacher. Even if I did, I would find a real master."

Jiang Nanchen said.

"A real master?"

"A real master is far away on the horizon, yet right before your eyes."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and raised the corners of his mouth.

Having published the Ten Core Competitive Theories of Martial Souls, Yu Xiaogang considered himself the only true master in the world. In his eyes, other masters were not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"You?" Jiang Nanchen sneered. "You think you deserve it?"

When Yu Xiaogang realized that Jiang Nanchen was actually mocking him, he immediately flew into a rage. "Arrogant! Utterly arrogant! You do not know the immensity of heaven and earth! Do you know who I am?"

"The man who published the continent's only Ten Core Competitive Theories of Martial Souls, Master Yu Xiaogang. Have you heard of me?"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with anger. A mere six-year-old brat was actually mocking him. This was simply outrageous.

Even the former Pope had once regarded him highly. This was the first time he had ever been mocked so openly.

"I don't know about any theories, but Master, what is your soul power level?"

"If it is around Soul Sage level, I will take you as my master. How about it?"

Jiang Nanchen said with a smile.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been ready to make his case, instantly fell silent. Incomparable embarrassment filled him, and his face flushed red as he stammered, "As a master, strength is not important. It is all superficial. What matters is theoretical knowledge. Do you understand?"

Perhaps having found an opening, Yu Xiaogang regained his confidence. "If you take me as your master now, it is not too late. Your fellow villager Tang San has already become my disciple. He is far more sensible than you."

Jiang Nanchen shook his head and smiled. "No need. Master, I think your cultivation is simply too low. Stop making a fool of yourself in front of me."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth in fury, his chest heaving violently.

"Do you have no manners at all? You have not the slightest respect for teachers and elders! I kindly offered you guidance, and this is how you treat me?" Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled. His face alternated between red and white. Having lived for most of his life, he had never been humiliated so thoroughly by a six-year-old child.

Jiang Nanchen raised an eyebrow, his tone calm.

"Respecting a teacher also depends on whether they are worthy of being one. If you want my respect, show me some real skill first."

He waved his hand, too lazy to continue wasting words with him.

"Master, you should go back and find your good disciple Tang San. He is more receptive to your routine."

With that, he turned and left without slowing his steps in the slightest.

Yu Xiaogang froze where he stood.

"Arrogant brat! How dare this child insult me!"

He stared at Jiang Nanchen's retreating figure, his eyes filled with anger. He had thought he had found a top-tier genius who could help prove his theories, only to hit a wall again and again and have his greatest weakness exposed to his face.

Yet he could not refute it. His twenty-ninth-level soul power had been stuck at its bottleneck for decades, a lifelong vulnerability. Jiang Nanchen's words were like a thin needle, piercing precisely the place where he felt most inferior.

Yu Xiaogang took several deep breaths before barely suppressing his anger. Gritting his teeth, he turned toward Dorm Seven. Since Jiang Nanchen would not listen to reason, he would focus on cultivating Tang San instead.

One day, he would make that child understand that his martial soul theories were the true essence of the soul master world.

After returning to the academy, Jiang Nanchen went straight to the Academic Affairs Office, intending to find a teacher to lead a team to the Hunting Soul Forest.

The teacher in charge told him that most of the academy's instructors had gone to the City Lord's residence for a meeting and would not return until the next day. He could only give up for the time being and planned to decide what to do after dawn.

After nightfall, the academy grew quiet. Jiang Nanchen avoided the patrols and went alone into the woods behind the mountain.

He loosened up, then threw several sets of basic punches in succession, his fists producing faint whistles through the air.

Then he leaped onto a tree trunk and bounded continuously between the branches, feeling the changes in his body. Having fully absorbed the whale glue, his muscles and bones had become much tougher, while both his strength and speed had noticeably improved.

"Stop. Don't shout."

A deep voice suddenly came from behind him, carrying an invisible pressure.

Jiang Nanchen's heart tightened. He immediately stopped, saying nothing. His first thought was that Tang Hao had come for him, and a chill instantly ran down his back. But Tang Hao was supposed to appear only after that little loser Tang San obtained his first soul ring.

That meant this person was not Tang Hao.

He slowly turned around. Only after seeing the newcomer clearly did he quietly let out a breath of relief.

A man stood before him, his features cold and stern, his aura restrained yet profound. He was completely unlike Tang Hao's slovenly and ferocious appearance.